My curse extends too far.
As much as I've been
an outsider for as long
as I can remember,
that has led to the
exclusive opportunity,
perhaps just the knowledge,
the self-awareness of it,
to slide along most circles,
so that I've got contact
with anyone I care to.
It goes the same way
with romance, of course,
never finding the right fit
even though they're all
around me, completely
unattainable, every time.
That's the curse,
to see the world
revolve around you,
not in an egotist's manner,
but as the realist sees it,
and the pessimist believes
it will always remain.
I wish I could ask
someone about it,
but as it seems,
that's pretty much
impossible...
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